The Boy With The Red Sunglasses

Evelyn James is just an average teenage girl - clever, relatively popular, friendly. But after the unbelievable events of her prom night, she manages to fall into more and more trouble, and there is only one person who understands - the boy with the red sunglasses.

*Basically, an X-Men fanfic set in present day, explaining Scott's first experiences with his mutation and the X-Men. I've been told it makes total sense even if you don't know anything about X-Men! So, please check it out. :)*


70. The Ring of Fire

"S-Scott. I-I-" My nonsensical stutters truly demonstrate my shock at his statement. I talk about John in my sleep.
"It's been happening since that night. The first few times I thought nothing of it, but then it got more and more frequent." He turns away from me, like it pains him to see my face.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I don't get it. If it's been going on for so long, why didn't he say something?
 "I didn't want to worry you. I assumed it was nothing, that I was just being an irrationally jealous boyfriend. But the last few days, since the professor's meeting, I thought you'd be acting different, because Warren said that he's make an effort to forgive you and the team's getting back together. But no, nothing."
"Scott. I- I didn't- I can't-" What am I supposed to say? I can't tell him the truth. If he knew the connection I shared with John, it would tear him apart.
"Just tell me. Why? What is your fixation with him? Did he hurt you? Or is-" His breath catches, like his final question is near impossible to speak. "Or is there something going on between you?"
"No!" He turns to leave the bed and I take his arm. "He didn't hurt me. And there is definitely nothing romantic between us. I hate him, Scott. What I did to Warren, that was his fault!"
"There's something you're not telling me!" He stands and I crawl across the bed after him.
"Where are you going?" I'm scared, I could lose him again, but it doesn't seem to show in my voice. Instead, I sound angry, frustrated and irritated.
"I can't share a bed with someone who's so blatantly keeping something from me." He walks over to the wardrobe and retrieves a shirt, slipping it quickly over his head. "I'm going to find another room."
He turns to leave. No way! Can't I have some privacy? So, I said some guy's name in my sleep, what's the big deal? I can't let him go! I flick my hand out and a ring of fire encircles Scott instantaneously.
"Do you have any idea how dangerous and stupid that is?" He hisses from his prison. I stand and make my way towards him slowly. Scott's shirt that I sleep in only reaches to my mid-thigh, so when I near the circle of flames, I feel the warmth tease my skin. I notice Scott's eyes fall to my bare legs as I walk through the flames, encouraging the fire to climb my body slightly as I do.
"Get back to bed." I command, placing my hand on his chest.
"No, Evelyn. This isn't a game. Retract the flames and let me go." He pushes my hand from his body.
"There's nothing between me and John. He's just relatable, that's all. That's what I didn't tell you - that I can relate so well to him." I lie, stepping closer to Scott. I notice the slight shine of sweat on his skin. The fire circle is affecting him physically now.
"More relatable than me?" He sounds hurt.
"If he was more relatable than you, then surely I'd be doing this to him?" I grab his shirt and pull him towards me, kissing him hard. At first, he tries to push me back, but then he submits, showing me that he believes my 'confession'. Still kissing him, I unwrap my arms from around his perfect body and hold them down at my sides. The flames flick back to me immediately, and the room falls darker with the lack of the light that the fire provided. I pull back.
"I won't tell you again," I warn. "Back to bed, now!"
He nods, still dazed by my assault. "Urrrr... O-Okay!" Wow. Men are so easy to manipulate! A kiss and a less-than-appropriate amount of clothing and they're putty in your hands.
"Good boy." I whisper and kiss him on the cheek. "John means less than nothing to me, and you mean everything, remember that."  I add, to comfort him, in case his mind still holds sufficient doubt.
"I love you." He whispers in reply. "And I trust you. I'm sorry."
"Don't be." I smile. "I love you too." Well, at least that's not a lie.
Scott removes his shirt before we climb back into bed. He snuggles up behind me and wraps his arm around me, kissing my hair.
"You talk a lot in your sleep, you know?" He mumbles. Oh god! What have I said?
"Really?" I try to play down my anxiety at his words.
"Yeah," He kisses my hair again. "Whenever you have a nightmare you wake me up."
"Sorry." I let my eyes slip shut and relax into his arms.
"Don't be." He laughs. "You wake me up because you call my name, beg me to help you. As soon as I wake and try to soothe you, you fall silent. It's nice to know I can help you like that. And hey! It's a pretty good ego boost to know that when you're in trouble you call for my help!"
I giggle. I don't think he needs his ego boosting any more.
"Night, beautiful. I'm sorry for not trusting you." You had every right not to. You still do. "I love you, Evelyn James."
I smile against my pillow. "And I love you, Scott Summers."

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